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  My hands press into Matt’s lean torso, meeting solid rock beneath his shirt. My fingers slide up to his face, and into his hair, beyond excited at the opportunity to touch and explore him. To taste him, and feel him against me and under me and around me.

  He squeezes my ass harder, grinding me into him and pressing into just the right spot while his teeth bite my lip again, and I cry out, unable to hold back.

  “Oh god, oh Matt, oh god.”

  His eyes smile but the rest of his face is locked in lusty determination. “That’s it, Maddy. Come on.”

  “Oh god–” I moan as the waves begin, and then I ride them, hands grasping Matt’s shoulders, head thrown back, my body radiating pleasure. “Oh god.”

  Matt kisses me as my orgasm subsides and then I slide off of him, bones like jelly, face flushed, breathing heavy.

  “Apparently I have an effect on her, too, Adam,” Matt says. His words might seem cold, but he’s caressing my face and body as he speaks, his focus totally on me.

  Adam finds this hilarious. “We should make a competition out of it. Who can get Maddy off the most tonight?”

  My eyes go wide and the brothers laugh at my reaction.

  “Do Jake and I each get a point if we work together?” Josh asks.

  I press my hand into my chest trying to calm my pounding heart. “Oh my god, I think I’m going to like this game!”

  There are more laughs between us, and the humor helps to keep me calm. Physically, I’m very relaxed, thanks to Matt, but mentally and emotionally I’m still on alert. How will this all work? Do I need to worry about equal time among the brothers? Can I even handle what they’re proposing?

  I know I’m overthinking, but that’s just me.

  “I’m very curious about this game, but I do need to work tomorrow. And I need to be able to stand and walk in order to do my job.”

  “No promises,” Jake says as he steps over and scoops me up off of the couch.

  “Go into my room,” says Adam.

  Jake had been heading for the stairs, but detours instead down the hall past the kitchen. Inside Adam’s room, which is dark and has an amazing Adam scent inside, he deposits me in the middle of a big bed that’s against the far wall.

  When Adam enters he turns on the light with a dimmer switch, keeping the level soft.

  Matt and Jake stand at the foot of the bed while Josh and Adam stand beside it. I’m surrounded by the four men, their eyes dark, their expressions hungry. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.

  Kneeling beside me, his weight pressing into the mattress, Jake undoes my jeans and slides them down my legs, leaving my pink panties in place. Josh lifts my shirt over my head, revealing my matching lace bra.

  I feel all eyes upon me as I lie there, anticipating things that I’ve never experienced before.

  Jake runs a cool, rough hand over my hip and down my thigh. “You’re so beautiful, Maddy.”

  “So beautiful,” Josh echoes, bending over me, meeting my lips before kissing a path down my neck, across the swell of my chest, lower, lower, to just above my panties. My body shivers in response, nerve endings coming alive beneath his mouth.

  My eyes are pressed shut but then I open them to find the twins looking up at me. They’re beautiful, times two. My childhood friends turned into caring, funny, gorgeous men. My old friends, about to turn into my new lovers.

  Working together, each of them slides a side of my underwear off of my hips and down my legs before tossing them away. They each spread one of my legs further apart from the other, exposing me, making room for themselves in the space between.

  I take a deep breath, overwhelmed by what’s about to happen and how my relationships with these men are about to change.

  Josh pauses, one hand on the inside of my knee, the other pressing into my hip. “Are you okay, Maddy?”

  I nod, unable to speak.

  “Things are happening fast. Do you want to stop?” Jake asks.

  I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to stop. Besides, you can’t let Matt win the game so easily.”

  18

  So exposed

  The twins team up, working together to please me, and I’m a little frightened by how closely it all matches up with my fantasy. It’s like I used magic to bring this moment to life.

  Their fingers, their mouths, and their tongues seem to be everywhere at once, stroking, rubbing, pressing, pulling – teasing, and then delivering on every tease.

  We moan in unison when one of them slips a finger inside me. After giving me time to adjust – though honestly I’m so wet that I’m ready for anything – another finger pushes in, and soon it becomes clear that both of them are fingering me at the same time.

  They start to alternately push in and out while taking turns flicking their tongues over my clit.

  Is it really possible that they’ve never done this together before? Because their coordination is incredibly impressive and effective.

  I flex my hips in rhythm with their fingers, meeting their thrusts and encouraging them to go deeper.

  When I feel the sensations amping up, I speak while I still can, my voice ragged. “You’re getting ready to score a point, guys.”

  Spurred on by my words, they go double-time, pushing and licking and curling their fingers inside me until I’m twisting on the bed, arching my back and crying out. “I’m coming – I’m coming!”

  As the waves come and I convulse, they don’t relent. Their fingers slide out and they focus on my clit, sucking on it like it’s their favorite flavor of candy.

  My little nub has grown super-sensitive and at one point I try to push them away, attempting to explain that the pleasure is overwhelming me, but they don’t stop.

  Josh reaches up to pinch my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra while Jake flattens his tongue against me and swirls and licks and swirls.

  “Oh god, again!” I grab Jake’s head and try to hold him still as my back arches, my toes curl and my body breaks into a million pieces all floating around the room. “Oh god, oh god.”

  My cries fade into moans and whimpers until eventually, I’m silent, just trying to recover my breath. Weight shifts on the bed and I open my eyes to find Josh lying on one side of me, Jake on the other, both of them watching me as I become whole again.

  Josh tips my head toward his and presses his lips to my lips, and then to my forehead, making me feel utterly cherished. Then Jake turns me in his direction with a gentle finger on my chin, before smiling at me, nuzzling my nose, and kissing me with great tenderness.

  I am a puddle somehow still holding human form.

  “Want some water, Maddy?” Matt asks.

  I had forgotten that Matt and Adam were in the room. To be honest, I probably forgot my own name for several minutes. “That would be great.”

  When Josh rolls off the bed, Adam leans over me, squeezing my thigh. “Rest up, Mads. It’s my turn to play next.”

  “Is this halftime? Will there be a band performing, or a coach giving a pep talk?” I quip. I’m surprised my brain is even working, but Adam always seems to bring out my smart mouth.

  “We won’t need any of that, babe.” He kisses me, sucking playfully on my bottom lip as he pulls away.

  I sit up and scoot back to the headboard, needing it for support. The spot gives me a great vantage point to look at all four of the gorgeous brothers as Matt returns with a glass of water. They’re still all completely clothed and I’m wearing nothing but a thin bra. “When will I get a chance to score some points?” I ask them.

  “You just have to wait your turn, Mads.”

  I take a drink, and like everything at their house, it’s the best sip of water I’ve ever had. “So far, this is a really, really good game,” I say. “I want to play it every day.”

  “That can easily be arranged.” Adam takes the glass from me and sets it on his nightstand before pulling his shirt over his head.

  My pussy drips with fresh excitement as I survey his chiseled s
houlders, broad chest and flat abs. He’s perfection, and here I am, sitting in his bed waiting for him to make me come.

  How did my life get so good?

  “Take off your bra, Mads.” Adam’s voice is commanding and so sexy. I do as I’m told. The bedroom is the one place I don’t mind being bossed around.

  As I pull down the straps and slide the lacy garment off, I’m rewarded with appreciative sounds and comments. I push back my shoulders, proud, wanting to give them what makes them happy.

  “Fuck yeah,” Adam says. “C’mere.” He lies on his back, about halfway down the bed, his feet toward the headboard.

  I crawl over him, letting my breasts brush against his bare chest, pressing them into him as we kiss, loving the feel of his warm body against mine. But he doesn’t let me rest against him for long.

  He pulls my body further up his, then grabs my hips, bringing them closer to his mouth. “I want to eat your pussy, and I want you to ride my face.”

  I hesitate. I’ve never done this before. He pulls me into position, my knees on either side of his head, my legs spread wide over his face, and my pussy directly over his mouth. Oh my.

  He plunges his tongue up into me and my body jerks. I’m sitting upright over him, feeling so exposed and so dirty. I’m worried about putting too much weight on him, but he pulls me even closer and buries his face in my mound.

  Oh my god.

  At first, I’m just watching Adam, mesmerized by the sight of him there. Then I look up and see the others watching me; they all look as excited by it as I am.

  As his tongue swirls around inside me, I grow bolder. I start to move my hips, making small gyrations, matching the rhythm of Adam’s tongue.

  When he groans, I pull back. “Are you okay?”

  Forcefully, he pulls me back down on him. “Fuck my face, Mads,” he says, before burying his tongue in me once again.

  And I do. Just like I would if I were riding his cock, I grind down on him. When he moans again, he holds me tight to him, squeezing my ass to keep me close.

  “Fuck yeah,” Matt mutters, his eyes fixed on me from where he’s standing across the room.

  I grind faster, my clit rubbing against Adam’s face – oh god, it feels so good.

  Jake kneels on the foot of the bed and bends down, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. His twin mirrors his action, and now I have their mouths all over me, in all of the places that feel so good. I just about die from the decadence of it.

  My pleasure is rising once more, quickly gathering and building, when I look over and notice that Matt has his pants unzipped. He meets my eyes, his face intense, as he pulls out his cock. His long, hard cock.

  A shiver runs through me at the sight of it. He holds my gaze, and watches me approaching orgasm, as he starts to stroke his rod. He doesn’t move any closer – he just stands, watches, and gets himself off at the sight of me getting off.

  I watch his hand run down the long length of his cock. I look down to see Jake and Josh’s mouths on my breasts, biting and sucking my nipples, and below them, Adam, fucking my pussy with his tongue – and I come like I’ve never come before in my life.

  19

  Ready to play

  I wake to the vibration of a phone alarm. It’s not mine, and I’m disoriented, with no idea where to reach to turn it off.

  A weight shifts beside me and I realize I’m not alone. A body stretches away from me, silences the alarm and returns, enveloping me in warmth and hard muscle.

  He speaks softly in my ear. “Time to get up, Maddy Patty.”

  “Adam.” I stretch my legs and tangle them with his bare legs.

  It’s morning and I’m in Adam’s bed. I was in his bed last night, and the last thing I remember is lying down, the guys telling me to rest for a while. The last thing I remember before that was having the most intense and amazing orgasm of my life.

  Adam is spooning me. His hardness presses into my backside; I’m naked but it feels like there’s fabric between us. I press backward, wiggling to rub against his cock.

  “Maddy.” His voice is a gentle warning.

  “Adam.” I tilt my hips to get closer to him but he stills me with a steady grip.

  “You’re a needy girl, aren’t you?” He runs the tip of his nose along the side of my neck, pushing my hair aside. “I’d like nothing more than to take you right now, but it wouldn’t be fair to my brothers.”

  I turn to look at him, questioning.

  “This is new to all of us, too. I want you badly, but I want to wait until we can share the experience of having you for the first time.”

  They had me last night, in a way, but it was only oral sex. I haven’t had them yet, not in all the ways that I want them. Despite the heat of Adam’s body against mine, I shiver, both with anticipation and nerves.

  It’s Saturday and all of us are working, half days at least.

  Luckily, I can do a lot of my baking on autopilot, because it is really, really hard to focus today. My mind bounces back and forth between reliving moments from last night, and anticipating what’s to come tonight.

  The plan is for me to go to their house again for dinner again. Dinner. Right.

  Around ten, I receive a text.

  Matt: I’m looking forward to tonight

  Me: Me too

  About an hour later, another one.

  Josh: How’s your day?

  Me: Good. You?

  Josh: I’m very distracted today. It’s hard to work

  Me: Same

  Josh: See you later

  Me: Can’t wait

  A little after noon, I hear from Jake.

  Jake: I’m having a piece of your cake. It’s delicious

  Me: Thank you!

  Jake: Though it doesn’t taste quite as good as you

  I send back a blushing emoji. I hesitate and then decide to be bold.

  Me: Can’t wait to taste you tonight

  If I were texting Adam, I’d probably include an eggplant emoji just to make him laugh. Jake might think it’s silly.

  He responds with a big smile.

  Jake: What would you like for dinner?

  Me: I won’t be hungry for food

  Later, when I’m pulling into the driveway at home, I hear from Adam, the only brother who has yet to text today.

  Adam: Bring your stuff to stay over, Mads

  Me: What makes you think I’m staying over?

  Adam: Maybe because you keep falling asleep at our house

  Me: True

  I’m grateful he brought it up. I had wondered if I should bring an overnight bag, but I didn’t want to appear presumptuous.

  I shower, shave, put on my sexiest underwear, but keep things casual with another pair of jeans and a nice shirt. On the drive over, I have to purposely ease off on the gas pedal – I find myself speeding to see the Harding brothers. Hard to believe I was trying to avoid them just a few short days ago.

  The twins greet me at the door before I even ring the bell. They look freshly showered, smell delicious, and they also seem a little nervous. Nervous and excited, like me.

  We exchange greetings, a bit too formally, and they lead me upstairs.

  “Want something to drink?” Jake asks when we reach the landing.

  “You have wine?”

  “Yes. Is white okay?”

  “That would be great.” I’m feeling the need for something to soothe my growing nerves, though I think their touch is the only thing that’s going to work.

  I look around for Matt and Adam while I wait for my drink, but don’t see them. I’m drawn to the window, as always, where I enjoy my second favorite view; my new favorite view being the Harding brothers, preferably shirtless.

  Jake brings my wine, pressing a hand against my lower back as he offers me the glass. It’s then that I notice soft music and hear Matt and Adam talking on the floor above us.

  “Want to go up?” Josh asks, moving toward the stairs.

  I take a long sip of the wine, wishi
ng that it were something stronger, and then I follow Josh, with Jake close behind me.

  As we ascend the stairs, the lighting grows dimmer. In the large open area on the second-floor landing, I’m greeted by a scene straight out of a romantic movie. Multiple candles of various sizes create a warm glow. A bouquet of red roses draws my eye to a coffee table that’s been pushed against the window. In the middle of the floor, a large blanket is spread, dotted by multiple pillows.

  As my eyes dance around the scene, I find Adam and Matt standing to the side by the hall, watching my reaction.

  “The flowers are for you, of course,” Adam says.

  “Thank you. No one has ever done something so romantic for me.” I wander into the area, stepping around the blanket, and notice dishes of nuts and pretzels and a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries on the table by the flowers. “It’s like Valentine’s Day came early.”

  “That’s the look we were going for.” Matt comes to my side, takes the wine from my hand, and sets it on the table. “Do you like it?”

  “I do.”

  “Good.” He murmurs his response as he focuses on my neck, pushing my hair aside before brushing his lips gently on my collarbone and moving upward toward my ear.

  I sigh and relax under his touch, bringing my arm around him to pull us closer together.

  “We missed you today.”

  “I missed all of you, too.” I feel another warm body behind me and turn to find Adam there, his arm wrapping around me, his head bent to my shoulder. I’m sandwiched between the two of them, and it’s heaven on earth, my soft body against their hard angles, the enticing smell of man – men! – filling my senses.

  Matt kisses me, slowly at first, and soon more hungrily, his tongue searching for mine. At the same time, Adam’s hands come up between us, cupping my breasts as he gently bites the skin at the back of my neck, causing me to moan into Matt’s mouth.